Once the Tip of a cliff
Falls in love with Pride
And goes along with her
To the house of Zenith
And slander every one
With content of heart
Before they come back
To see in surprise that
The height has gone
The base is shifted
And ice melted away
By the heat of the sun
Seeing upon this, pride
Climbs down through
The Quick sand and the Tip
In despair becomes Nadir
Very interesting and creative poem on the evils of being too big for your britches! Nicely done! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An engaging and a meaningful write